PSK scooped me up now it's time to roll
 Creepin through South Park on a beama patrol
 I got the hoes in the wind just lost my beeper at the flick
 Damn  fuck it I guess none of my hoes won't be pagin me
 But it's friday and I'm tight tryin to find some mo drugs
 (Wreckless pay for tongue red) Man they be hatin me at the club
 But I'ma roll wit the click
 'Cuz they might get in some shit
 Another night another fight
 Especially fuckin around wit this site
 But it's all good 'cuz I'm down for whatever and I mean it
 To the one's that don't know it asks the one's that done seen it
 You'll respect me I'ma respect you
 That's that ain't nothin new
 Black and red's the set I claim I even got homies that's down wit blue
 So watch yourself in that zone
 When it's time to get it on
 The blanksta in the house creepin up on a come up (gotta make that
 money man) like Bone
 You wanna get blow
 Don't be scared to scream (holla at me boy)
 'Cuz everybody in the parklot be askin me

 Chorus:

 I wanna get high wit the blanksta pleeease
 Just chillin hit the sweet young gs
 We just blowin big killa wit my niggas (oh yeah)
 Blowin big killa wit my niggas[x2]

 Verse Two:

 After the club what's the haps
 Stop n go to rob the japs
 Bitches jammed in the car
 I even have two hoes on my lap
 Blowin big
 Takin swigs
 Drinkin serve smokin sticks (oh shit)
 I just hope we don't go to jail for rapin one of these bitches
 Lights out it's quiet now
 Somebody yell SWITCH
 I heard a glass hit the floor
 And out screamed a BIATCH (ouuuuuch)
 .38 just couldn't wait
 They would've locked his ass back up (why you say that blank?)
 Ya should've seen how I had that hoe bagged up
 It's the bigga here banging on the wall
 I'm fried out jammin my screwed tape
 Tellin myself "I'm fuckin all of yall"
 Everybody nigga walkin dicks already wrecked it
 I don't give a fuck what yall doin just as long yall don't break shit

 -Chorus-

 Verse Three:

 Just in case you ain't know
 I fuck all dem stupid hoes
 Everybody get cha clothes
 Nigga it's time to hit the door
 And before I go out wanna send a shout out to my baby freaks
 I'm fuckin all yall next week (same time)
 We gone hook up 'bout twelve on the P.M. tip
 Rollin dip fried out
 Jammin that slip into a coma
 Everybody crummed now oh yeah
 Especially since I got sounds in the trunk
 Now bumpin
 Everybody jumpin, blowed
 I won't stop and the Compton swat patrol
 Niggas hatin the click hate when we roll in
 Knowin damn well if it go down OH SHIT there they go again
 Drama, niggas strictly drama
 Fool we sippin on serve chill codeine straight blowin up the set
 It's yo boy 13
 Screw rollin stinkin green
 Let's ride
 I wanna get high - with the Blanksta

 -Chorus-

 Outro:

 Yo, just though all these muthafuckas just tripped out
 and get down tonic or chronic comin to a town near you
 you know what I'm sayin, PSK the whole screwed up click,
 so get that killa and betta have ya business ya know what
 I'm sayin, Smoke one